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Album: Single release only (2018)
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  • Because it's the last ride ever gonna
    That I'm ever gonna take at Astroworld

    Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
    That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
    She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway
    Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day

    Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
    Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case
    Look, bullets got duller, and it's vanilla
    All white, that Plain Jane, yeah
    The Rolls goin' better, hundred or better
    I took the money and flooded my bezel
    You diamond to rock, computed the setting
    VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
    I popped a molly to get on my level
    Rockin' that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
    Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
    Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11
    Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
    Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

    Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
    That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
    She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
    Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day

    On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade (yeah)
    Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it's lit)
    No can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (laced)
    Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
    Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
    That can never go (straight up)
    Angel in the snow (what?)
    Always leave me cold (iced)
    Leave it on the floor (what?)
    But she's slidin' from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Put it on speed
    You and ivory is all I need (skrrt)
    All agree, we gon' skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
    It's stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
    Way this summer goin' I might start my summer league
    Every young nigga get a check and get a team
    Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause man's on his deen
    No small faces, it's just an AP beamin'

    Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
    That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
    She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
    Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day

    Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
    Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie
    You should gon' hide it, man it's too bad
    Like a bald nigga still wearin' du-rags, ha
    Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
    Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind full
    I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
    Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
    Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
    Bet my wifey stay close, she know I'm on my Bezos
    Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap
    Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
    One year it's Illuminati, next year it's the Sunken Place
    They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
    I need someone else to make this drink, because
    You don't understand the juice to vodka ratio
    That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
    Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch

    We got bust down Rollies, bust down Rolex
    And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby Writer/s: Jacques Webster, Jordan Jenks, Kanye Omari West, Symere Woods
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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